“Chapter 156: I Accuse! The Church of Heavenly Justice Colluded with the Demon Race!!!”
As a member of the Bartleyon Family, Eleanor had daydreamed countless times about this moment.
Imagining that after a long period of patience and secretly accumulating power, she would finally stand on the stage of Glosting to unleash a punishment of blood and fire upon the Mosgra Family, her family’s arch-nemesis.
But deep down, she knew it was just a fantasy.
Given the current state of the Bartleyon Family, toppling a marquis family backed by a Fifth Stage Legend was nothing but a pipe dream.
Even if she devoted her whole life, or even her soul to an evil god, she could never pull it off.
So, though she didn’t voice it, a part of Eleanor had already resigned herself to her fate.
Before Lynn returned, she honestly thought she might not survive her coming-of-age ceremony and would never get to see her brother again.
That was what she had believed.
But for some reason, tonight’s banquet was a whirlwind of unexpected twists, like a roller coaster ride that nearly sent her fragile little heart into overdrive.
What was supposed to be the grand and lofty Mosgra Family turned into a headless chicken tonight, chaotically flailing everywhere, thanks to Lynn’s antics.
And at this moment, as that Spiral Lance pierced Eunice’s chest, a shocking jolt spread down Eleanor’s spine and into the back of her head.
She stared blankly at the wretched woman convulsing in a pool of blood, and then at her brother in the distance, who seemed as nonchalant as someone swatting a fly.
For some inexplicable reason, Eleanor suddenly felt a warmth spreading below.
Her long-broken bedwetting habit was inexplicably resurfacing at this moment.
Or maybe it wasn’t just the urge to pee, but an excitement and thrill born from that extreme shock, leaving her feeling a bit hollow.
Her face flushed; she desperately wanted to leap into her brother’s arms and deeply inhale his scent.
It was just too satisfying and too handsome!
Brother!
And it wasn’t just Eleanor; at this moment, when Ivyst lifted the power restraint on everyone in the room, everyone snapped back to reality, incredulously staring at the chaos before them.
“H-He really dared to kill someone?!”
Even the usually cold and noble Second Prince Felix widened his eyes at the spectacle.
Felix had imagined that Lynn might stir up some trouble, and he thought he might clash with the nobles.
But he never expected this guy to not only kill a Mosgra heir but also dare to take out another one!
And in broad daylight, right in front of Sixth Saint Roland!
Was he trying to wipe out the Mosgra Family?
Even the Grand Princess Shirina, not far away, instinctively parted her lips, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing.
Xia coldly gazed at the corpse on the ground, paused for a moment, then said, “What a ruthless guy.”
Hearing this, Shirina snapped back to reality and looked at him: “Do you have any suggestions regarding this person?”
Xia pondered for a moment and shook his head, “From a rational standpoint, with the Third Princess having his support, coupled with her own abilities, she could become a formidable force on the path to kingship.”
“If we could ally with her, Your Highness might surpass Prince Felix’s strength.”
He was remarkably candid about it.
Though he found Lynn quite irritating, he had to admit that this guy had skills and cunning and, bizarrely enough, employed some underhanded tactics typically used by rogues.
Shirina apparently caught his underlying implication, a slight smile gracing her exquisitely beautiful face: “And emotionally?”
That smile instantly left Xia dumbfounded.
Shirina’s beauty seemed to transcend the material, reaching into the soul as if it were an idea beyond words.
This was entirely different from Ivyst’s essence.
No wonder these two had become sworn enemies.
After a long silence, Xia suddenly gritted his teeth and boldly spoke.
He looked at Shirina with a fiery intensity in his gaze, as if hinting at something.
Nearby, Tia noticed this and a hint of melancholy flickered in her emerald eyes.
But she quickly composed herself, pretending nothing had happened.
Xia was quite exceptional; she knew he wouldn’t belong to her alone—that was an unspoken truth.
She thought to herself.
And after hearing Xia’s nearly confessional words, Shirina seemed pleased, her lips curling into a gentle smile: “This Princess understands.”
“Also, let’s see how this little fellow fares; we shall wait and see.”
“If he can’t even get through this round, what’s the point of talking about supporting little Ivyst?”
Although his rank might not rival Ivyst’s, this was the Imperial Capital, the Palace District, the place closest to the Holy Spirit Tree!
As the Emperor of Saint Roland, Calderon could leverage part of the Holy Tree’s authority, so he wouldn’t be weaker than Ivyst.
Moreover, the Cardinal from the Third Church was lurking nearby with all sorts of hidden talents.
Thus, up on the high platform, after a brief moment of distraction, Sixth Saint Roland quickly regained his composure from Ivyst’s chaotic behaviors.
He coldly gazed at the scene before him, looking at the pale-faced Marquis Mosgra kneeling next to Eunice’s lifeless body, which drained of life.
The next second, a tangible rage shook the entire hall.
“Bold lunatic!!!”
Sixth Saint Roland tightened his grip on the holy staff, his overwhelming aura pressing down like a mountain, ready to crush Lynn entirely.
However, as the red glow of Ivyst’s eyes illuminated the hall like a starry sky, the formless Annihilation Power easily wiped away that oppressive aura.
Upon witnessing this, the Emperor was even more furious.
He glared at this utterly rebellious third daughter, but she simply sat in her wheelchair, examining her slender fingers, completely ignoring him.
As if she couldn’t care less about what was happening.
But if anyone dared to touch her subordinates, they would be met with her fierce retaliation.
Should I kill this person? At this moment, Sixth Saint Roland weighed it in his heart.
He had underestimated the weight this kid held in his daughter’s eyes, thinking he was merely an inconspicuous subordinate.
Never did he expect him to rally her into confronting everyone, even while dragging an exhausted body fresh from using the Teleportation Array.
That damned little brat.
Sixth Saint Roland’s angry gaze swept over the young man before him, momentarily at a loss for words.
In fact, how this matter was handled could range widely in severity.
On the extreme end, it could be seen as a blatant disregard for imperial law, challenging the dignity of royal authority—several heads would not suffice.
Or it could be downplayed as merely observing an honorable duel adhering to the ancient traditions of the empire, despite not many remembering it now; existence is existence.
Thus, the final verdict on this matter rested entirely on Sixth Saint Roland’s word.
In his mind, there was a scale.
On one side represented the Marquis Mosgra; on the other stood Lynn.
Countless chips stacked on the side of Marquis Mosgra: the church, the nobility, the royal family.
These were the results of their painstaking social maneuvering over the years.
Meanwhile, on Lynn’s side, there was merely one chip.
Ivyst.
Yet even so, the balance was subtly showing signs of stalemate.
Noticing Sixth Saint Roland’s hesitation, the Cardinal of the Church of Heavenly Justice, Connor, stepped forward.
Back when Marquis Mosgra was about to leave, the two had exchanged glances.
This fellow named Lynn was simply astonishing; they couldn’t allow him to continue growing.
Even at the risk of offending the Third Princess, today they had to drive a nail through his coffin.
With the Marquis Mosgra defeated, now it was his turn to take action, adding weight to the Emperor’s thoughts and placing the final chip to break the balance.
What needed to be done was straightforward.
Connor, who understood human nature well, knew that the reason this kid chose to go on a killing spree at such a moment wasn’t merely to establish authority; there had to be another motive.
That was that he couldn’t clear the Church’s accusations against him.
Atrocities against 108 Church Transcendents and somehow escaping from the claws of the demons, all while surviving with the power of a First Stage Transcendent.
He had no way to explain these points.
Even if he tried to modify memories, it would inevitably seem off.
Because a First Stage Transcendent could never survive against a demon as powerful as a god—this was as self-evident as the truth.
Unless a being with might far exceeding those two demons intervened.
Yet in Connor’s view, no such existence could exist in this world.
Not even the lord he believed in, the master of billions of stars, could achieve that.
At this moment, swords were already drawn at Lynn’s throat; he simply needed to drive it in.
With that thought, he slowly walked behind Sixth Saint Roland.
“Your Majesty.”
Over Sixth Saint Roland’s shoulder, he inadvertently caught eyes with the young man below.
Looking into those azure eyes and the mockery hidden within, for some unknown reason, the Cardinal Connor’s heart skipped a beat.
In the next second, a turn of events no one expected unfolded before them.
Absurd and nerve-wracking.
Under the intense gaze of Sixth Saint Roland, Lynn suddenly stepped forward and raised his right hand.
“I accuse!!!”
His voice echoed throughout the entire hall.
This time, even Ivyst couldn’t help but be stunned.
To be honest, although she had shown remarkable calm throughout the night, deep down, her heart was a whirlwind of emotions.
Every step Lynn took was not just for his own vindication; it was also for her prestige.
To let the name of the Third Princess resonate throughout the imperial capital.
This was something they had discussed long ago.
Since they could never be as benevolent as Grand Princess Shirina or as wise as Prince Felix, they would have to give up on these forever unattainable ideals.
Sometimes, fear and authority are equally crucial elements for a ruler to govern a nation.
If she could instill awe in everyone around her, so what if it wasn’t a new path?
This was the direction Lynn had provided for her.
But the scene unfolding now had surpassed Ivyst’s expectations.
In a moment, everyone’s attention was once again focused on the young man.
Tonight, he had already given everyone’s blood pressure a lesson; now they all wanted to see what tricks this kid had up his sleeve.
Moments later, the boy’s uplifting voice rang out in the political discussion hall.
“I accuse the Church of Heavenly Justice of colluding with the Demon Race, stabbing from behind, slaughtering imperial soldiers, and attempting to summon demons into the world at the expense of sacrificing Orlen City!”
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